So, as you might have gathered this whole ‘posting every other/ every day’ really isn’t working out. Like, at all. SO I promise to post as frequently as I can. Happy? Good, because I am.
To get the ball rolling again, this post is just going to be a fun list of things I’ve discovered about myself and about others.
Mental health awareness is getting better but really, it’s still treated on the whole like it’s not even a real problem- and that people who suffer from some mental health issue are choosing to do so. Before my 100 days of healthy I didn’t really think I had a strong opinion about it- I mean I didn’t think it was okay to treat mental illnesses like they weren’t real but I wasn’t that verbal about how I felt. Whelp, now I am. The thing is, most people don’t want to perpetuate the negative stereotypes surrounding the spectrum of mental illnesses- like in most instances only the extreme points of view are heard. So now, I speak up.
Just because I’m doing this 100 Days of Healthy doesn’t mean I’m going to be healthy or happy every day.I know that sort of seems like a ‘duh’ realization, but during the 34 days I have been doing this there have been some mountain level highs and some oceanic lows. And that’s okay.
I thought that once I had graduated college and I was in my 20s I would know how to successfully adult. Ohhhhhhh how wrong I was. These past couple of months I find that I turn to my parents for answers more often than not. But here’s the thing, no one in their 20s has their shit together- but we all put up the facade of “everything’s fiiiiiine.” Sometimes I’m killing the game and sometimes I’m a wrecking ball, and that’s just how I rollllll.
Exercise is frequently the highlight of my day, and as much as I cringe saying this- the gym has become my happy place. I’ve come a long way, the gym used to be the enemy, the place where all of my insecurities were put on show for others to see (or at least that’s how I saw it). Now when I walk into the gym I feel confident and powerful.
Being kind to yourself everyday is really difficult, but it’s so important.
Sometimes I get impatient with the progress I’m making both physically and mentally. But I have to remind myself that the work I am doing on and with myself takes time if I want the results to last, and while that thought still makes me frustrated I’m more okay with that concept than I was when I started.
DITCH THE SCALE. I used to weigh myself when I woke up, after every meal, and right before I went to bed. That’s fucked up. Now I weigh myself less, although my goal is to only weigh myself one a week, but I need to keep reminding myself that BMI and the number on the scale only mean so much.
Being a plus sized woman who is a proud member of the body positivity movement and who is actively trying to loose weight can be complicated sometimes.